Caged Free...

She smiles at me...With the bleak hope that the happiness from it might make me forget, and someday perhaps even grow fond of my cage, blind to the wires.. But she forgets that I am a free bird of the sunny sky - in Love with the tempestuous winds. And that my wings might not unfurl but my thoughts still can, and they shall always find their way back to where I truly belong... To the sun-kissed skies, in the lap of the Summer breeze.

Monsoon Muse...

Although her response is as seasonal as the dancing leaves on a winter's breeze or the wispy clouds that float in with summer, he is content waiting for each monsoon that brings back fond memories - the time spent together hiding under umbrellas to save themselves from the rain, when they forgot the world and simply lived to keep each other warm, wrapped in a steady cuddle - Above all else, he will remain as steadfast as trees under which they sat, as time is but a matter of context, where in his wasted heart will beat for her, always. To endure is a fate written for the ones with a lover's heart, and hence endure he shall.